Shopping for
a CEO’s Wife
Shopping Series #12
By Julia Kent
Genre:
Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance
Release Date:April 25, 2017
Synopsis
Snowbound. Sounds so romantic,
with visions of cuddling before a roaring fire, hot chocolate spiked with
brandy, and a secret elopement.
Wait. What?
My fiancé's father won't stop
trying to turn our pending wedding into a three-ring media circus so he can get
free publicity for his family's Fortune 500 company. My mother has decided
she's done with All Things Wedding and asks her teacup Chihuahua for
mother-of-the-bride advice.
They've all gone certifiably mad.
Then the stress from the wedding
puts my mother in the hospital, I scream at my future father-in-law in front of
a camera crew and the video goes viral, and the romantic wedding that started
with Andrew's grand Pride and Prejudice proposal looks less like Jane Austen
and more like Dostoyevsky.
So what do you do when you're a
fixer and you can't fix something?
You give up on it.
Not on Andrew, silly.
The wedding.
Shopping for a CEO's Wife is the
12th book in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling Shopping series. As
Shannon and Declan enjoy their newlywed bliss, Andrew's father wants to exploit
Amanda and Andrew's nuptials, much to Amanda's chagrin. Can she learn to stand
up to her future father-in-law and fight for what's right? But the real
question is: will Spritzy the teacup Chihuahua end up being a flower girl?
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Excerpt
Bzzz.
Saved by his phone. Andrew
scrolls through his texts with a half grin. I know that look. He thinks he won.
Won what? I decide on the spot that we weren’t having an argument. Not even a
heated discussion. This is what being in a lifelong relationship is all about,
right?
Pacing. I have to pace myself
when it comes to conflicts, big and small. Especially small. Letting him think
he won this one is important. Give an inch.
Take a mile later.
“It’s Dad again,” Andrew says
with that mysterious new tone of voice he’s developed. I watch him as he reads
his phone, eyes drifting over the screen, hair messy from the skiing earlier.
Deep brown eyes narrow as he reacts to whatever his dad said. The muscle
between his jaw and ear pokes out with tension as he swallows and swipes on his
phone. He blinks rapidly, but his breathing doesn’t speed up.
He’s irritated, but not angry.
Annoyed, but not pissed.
I tuck away his reaction in my
mental database.
Lately, I find myself watching
him with a strange fascination. Openly, obviously, and without hesitation.
Andrew doesn’t seem to mind. I know he knows I’m doing it, but so far, he
hasn’t questioned me. If he were to ask, I couldn’t tell him why. I don’t know
why.
Yet I do it, day in and day out.
“What did he say now?” I ask
politely, knowing the answer.
“It’s about the wedding,” Andrew
answers, giving me a look that says, Of
course. “He insists we need to hold it at Farmington, like Declan’s
wedding.”
“Why?”
“His PR team says it’ll get more
press. All the major media outlets will station vans there, and the comparisons
will generate easier headlines.”
“What does that mean?”
Andrew rolls his eyes. He reaches
across my lap and grabs his abandoned coffee mug. The stretch makes his shirt
hike up slightly, exposing his waistline, a thin wedge of tanned muscle coming
into sight. I catalog it, like I always do these days, and wonder when this
will become boring.
“Dad thinks that the press will
be more invested if they can sensationalize our wedding ceremony. ‘Will they or
won’t they escape?’” Andrew uses one hand to make finger quotes.
“He expects us to be in Declan
and Shannon’s shadow on our wedding day?”
“That’s exactly what I said to
Dad! Almost word for word. And I told him no. Hell, no.”
“What was his response?”
“That we should ask your mother.”
Meet the Author
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes
romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock
stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she
writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for
a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a
men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with
her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever,
down.
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